Mistakes + Immaturity = my past.
What a pathetic chemistry.
As the sunshine reaches my face, my eyes light up to observe this beautiful world.
When I depart my head from my pillow, some things pull on my neck frequently.
Maybe it’s the magnet.

Looking back becomes my priority.
Yes, I did look back. I saw that infamous ghost who haunts every moment of my life.
That ghost appears in my dreams and breaks it into pieces.

Here I am, sitting on my bed with hand full of tears.
One betrayer and one manipulator gave me those unwanted mistakes for the unfortunate equation.

Love; is it faithful or not?
Wait! No. Love is what I desired!
Do you remember my partner in crime?
He was the key to my immaturity.
Here comes the significant solution, my permanent past; the remarkable ghost.

I must not forget about my regrets.
Where is my fellow betrayer?
And where is my manipulator?
Art thou my partner?

A deep long linger
Then my mind tingles and craves to kill that ghost.
My conscious whispers to me "it's too late"
Indeed it is.

Drama, a great art of literature,
maybe I was destined to discover
the theater of life.